Amber Wolf Eyes [Discontinued]

Chapter 10

Hell would be better than this. The cold dark alley surrounded me with hurtful stares lurking around every corner. Add that to a bloody broken arm and a bruised body just bordering on unconsciousness and it is quite a day. I am weak, tired, and I had lied.

I had lied. Lied about the pain Courtney had inflicted on me. I had pushed it away and remained a cold, harsh, blank-staring person. I never imagined that such a person could hit with a force that strong. I've been in many fights before and her punched equalled up to something not quite natural. And I was determined to find out how such a spoiled brat could do this to my unwavering figure.

When she left I had almost collapsed from the strength it took to face her. Yet, I was to determine to walk home. Somehow my confidence was misplaced. Cause here I am, lost in the bad side of town. I grudgingly admit that I have a awful sense of direction. And this-sadly- was not the first time this had happened to me. I knew I had to get somewhere fast or I could lose consciousness and who knows what could happen to me.

A shuffle is made behind me and I turn around and lean against the wall to listen to the person walking down the hall. I knew I heard that shuffle the first time, but as I tried to listen to the slightest sound I could hear nothing. Yet, I could hear everything at once. My ears could not pick up that simple sound, but it could pick up the scraping against the bin from a mouse. It even seemed as if I could hear a the heartbeat of the crow that sat silently on the street corner as if waiting for something to happen.

No matter how much I tired to listen my complexity of a mind could not focus on one little thing. I have never felt this way before and my already fuzzy head swayed from the uncanny experience. Five seconds past. I could feel the presence of the other person. How? I had no idea. And at this point, I was a little scared to know the truth. Ten seconds. My heart began panicking. Fifteen seconds. My breaths were shallow. Twenty seconds. My eyelids began to drop. Twenty-five seconds. They were close and I was near defeat.

Thirty seconds. They were here.

When the strange person cloaked in darkness turns the corner and runs into a almost dead looking me, well...we are both shocked to say the least. I know those challenging electric blue eyes that shone through any darkness more than I have ever known anyone. What I don't know though, is why this kind boy who protected me against the odds is standing in front of me dressed in black and has a blood dripping dagger in one hand and the other grips a gun.

We continue are stare off. If this was in any other situation I would have laughed my head off. But here I am with a boy I thought I knew that's holding crimson coated weapons. And I know. Oh, I know he has killed someone. Yet, he doesn't look fazed. His calm demeanor is cracked when he sees my face. That is the only emotion is those blue eyes that I once thought were safety, but I once again realized they were cold and calculating. And they held no grief or regret. I know why I did not see his mask when I have mine perfected. I simply didn't want to believe it.

Lies twist and turn and sometimes you start to believe them, even if you're the one that is telling them. Nor because you don't know their not true. Oh, no. You know their lies. But some part of your stupid, idiotic brain tells you that what they're saying is the truth only because you don't want to believe it. We deny it like the stupid humans we are. Lies hurt. So we're setting ourselves up to not get a scratch. We don't want the scratch in our mirrors. No we wait and hold on to save some pain. Only to have ourselves shattered in the end. And the worst part is that we knew it was coming. We just...

Didn't care, until to late.

We just wanted the loneliness to go away.

But it never fades.